Neverwinter Forest my shell is hard, my hooks are steel

arguably one of the stupidest things arcturus had done to date was turn his back upon behemoth. he did so anyway, without fear or compunction; his soft velvet ears flickering as he heard the shadow step alongside him. a glance in the swarthy form's direction and arcturus knew the wolf was rummaging alongside him; pointedly the boy backtracked to his last scent of hydra and her followers.

he shoved his muzzle full thrust into that patch of bare grass then, eyeing behemoth with a pointed look as if to say here -- but without explanation the boy sniffed past the trail's marker and continued his way through the woods; he wasted no time, for arcturus felt a pressing need to rediscover the trail as soon as possible.. and surely... this stranger would help him..

right?